A poem is a poem
And a poem is a poet
And a poet is a man
A man is hansome
A man is beautiful
A man coughs like a poem does
He groans, glooms and blooms
Walks, stubs, falls and rises
Over hills and valleys
A poem talks to a poet
A poet talks to the world
The world reveres the poet
And cynics scathe the poet
A shy poet dies alive
And a polite one dies living
In all these a poem is a poem
And a poet a poet.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem